Monday, September 9, 2013
The children in NYC start school today. I have been enjoying all of the sweet first day photos of my friends' kids on Instagram and looking at them, part of me starts to feel the slightest twinge of regret that Alden won't be attending public pre-K. It seems so exciting. A backpack! School clothes! Half a day with just the baby! But the reality is that he probably wouldn't have gotten a seat anyway. There aren't enough for every kid. And he certainly wouldn't have been placed in one of the nicer schools...right? And honestly, I don't think he is quite ready. Or is he? There's the doubt again.
Lately I've been irritated by the constant, nagging baggage of doubt that arrived on my psychic doorstep with parenthood. It's not that I was the most self-assured person in the world before having kids, and I do value my questioning nature, but it would be nice, I think, to occasionally be able to say with conviction that My Way is best. At least for now. At least for us. After all, it isn't like I'm groping around in the dark. I (we) do think and talk an awful lot about the decisions we make. Maybe it's a problem of too many options and too many opinions.
Our fall schedule is shaping up quite nicely and I'm really very happy, so far, with our plan. We have our DIY Forest School once a week with a wonderful group of varying ages and we're signed up for one drop off art class, which I am Very Excited about. It would be nice to round it out with some structured music and/or movement class, but combined with our Sycamore Explorers weekly excursion, and play dates, I think, we're full. He is only four, after all.